Office Hours, 11/24

[tyler_gone]

The first thing Tyler did when he got to his office today was to fasten the head of Smoochy to the wall over his desk, like some perverse big-game trophy.

The second thing was to grimace and swallow a palmful of Tylenols. Stretching and hammering things in was not the brightest idea given his cracked rib.

But being able to glance up at ol' Smooch's disembodied purple plushiness as he did his paperwork totally made it worth it.

[OOC; Open office!]

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"It's my apartment, Tyler. Believe me, I know."

[tyler_gone]

"I know you know," Tyler told him, eyes skittering to the ceiling like it would have something intelligent to say about all of this. "Offer to stay with me is open anytime."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony looked at him out of the corner of his eye for a moment, thinking it over. "And have bugs at your place?" He said lightly. "I'll just have to up my security systems."

A beat.

"Speaking of which, I met the bodyguard."

[tyler_gone]

"The babysitter?" Tyler asked, setting the question of the bugs to the side for now. "What's she like?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Attractive. I think she could kick my ass."

[tyler_gone]

"Always a nice quality in a woman," Tyler said. "Which reminds me, we have to get in some training before we go to my world. You up for it?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"You just want to knock me on my back," Tony replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

[tyler_gone]

"... and there's a problem with that?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"...no, but I'd like to have a drink bought for me first."

[tyler_gone]

"I can do that too," Tyler informed him. "Wednesday?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'll meet you at the gym," Tony replied. "You can buy me a drink after."

[tyler_gone]

"Perfect," Tyler said.